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Aircraft Carrier :eek:
Yeah . . . spent a considerable part of my youth, and mid-life, in uniform; served on a few different ships, including ones that sank . . . on purpose. We've discussed a bit of this in the past (pretty sure it was in this thread as well).
 
Yeah . . . spent a considerable part of my youth, and mid-life, in uniform; served on a few different ships, including ones that sank . . . on purpose. We've discussed a bit of this in the past (pretty sure it was in this thread as well).

Neat :excited:

In contrast, I'm kind of scared of getting way out into the ocean :(
 
Any particular reason why?

For what it's worth, I'm scared of heights.

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It's SUPER complicated!

Like, I enjoy being close to the ocean a lot; I like looking out at the sea and watching the current wiggle around and make waves. I am specifically afraid of being in the ocean with other sea creatures around that might hurt me. Drowning or something isn't my immediate fear at all.

...But, I also would like to scuba dive like once because I do like some sea creatures and want to see them in their natural habitat. I'd love to see a Manta Ray or a Sunfish, but I don't have to actually touch them or anything -- just getting close to one would be enough.

...I also would like to surf once before I die
 
How are you going to surf when the sharks are gonna nibble on your ankles? :giggle:


Just joking......

but you could go to those artificial surf pool things? Waco Surf in Waco TX or Fireside Surf near you in Colony TX....but this is more like a bar place with a small wave pool.
 
How are you going to surf when the sharks are gonna nibble on your ankles? :giggle:


Just joking......

but you could go to those artificial surf pool things? Waco Surf in Waco TX or Fireside Surf near you in Colony TX....but this is more like a bar place with a small wave pool.

See, I've thought about the one in Waco -- but part of me wants the real thing if I'm going to bother

Surfers are always talking about how it changes your life when you go out there the first time, and I want that
 
Go to Cali, surf....change your life. Arrive back at Dallas and same day go to Fireside Surf and get a job. Use their wave pool till you become a surfing world champion.
 
Go to Cali, surf....change your life. Arrive back at Dallas and same day go to Fireside Surf and get a job. Use their wave pool till you become a surfing world champion.
I'll remember you when I'm on one of those big hurricane waves during the storm of the century!
 
mr-cummings-psych-therapy.gif


It's SUPER complicated!

Like, I enjoy being close to the ocean a lot; I like looking out at the sea and watching the current wiggle around and make waves. I am specifically afraid of being in the ocean with other sea creatures around that might hurt me. Drowning or something isn't my immediate fear at all.

...But, I also would like to scuba dive like once because I do like some sea creatures and want to see them in their natural habitat. I'd love to see a Manta Ray or a Sunfish, but I don't have to actually touch them or anything -- just getting close to one would be enough.

...I also would like to surf once before I die

View: https://youtu.be/wCMhLALDVxs?si=0E0tROPP7gU5k_zB


this is close to me. no sharks.
 
...I also would like to surf once before I die

Not to state the obvious . . . but, if you want that, YOU have to make it happen. Lots of options presented to 'build' up to it; and, there are schools for learning (obviously near surfing areas like HI and CA).

But, to my earlier question, I was more curious if there was a cause of your fear of being in the middle of the ocean (no land in sight) or amongst sea life (most of which will leave you alone); but, if you don't want to share, that is fine.

Not that you asked, but I'll elaborate on my 'issues' to show what I was thinking:
For my fear of heights—pretty sure it started when I was dropped as a baby. At least, that’s the family legend. I can’t personally confirm, since I was, you know… a baby. Memory was still buffering. Apparently, my dad used to love launching me into the air like a chubby little bottle rocket. And supposedly, I loved it too—giggling like a maniac, living my best airborne baby life. That is, until one fateful toss turned into a real-life trust fall... and I failed the trust part. He did catch me before I hit the ground—so I wasn’t turned into a potato permanently—but the damage was done. Not physically (allegedly), but somewhere deep in my tiny lizard brain, a switch flipped: “Nope. Gravity = betrayal.” Ever since then, anything involving unrestrained heights—roof edges, tall ladders, sketchy scaffolding—triggers my internal “this is how you die” alarm. Strangely, I’m fine on balconies, observation decks, or even planes, as long as there’s a railing or a seatbelt between me and gravity’s grabby hands, I’m cool. I’ve conditioned myself to power through when needed, but yeah... long story short: I got dropped, now heights give me issues.
 
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